I have just woken up. The bed and surroundings are strange, but very elegant. Now I remember. My Lady is leaving us to take up a prestigious position in New York, and I am here at her country home to say goodbye. Somewhere else three young ladies are also here to say goodbye, and these ladies have told me, and some truckies, that I am to be their sex toy for the weekend. I should be excited, but I am not as excited as I would expect. I will miss My Lady immensely. The Friday evenings of submission to her guests have been exhilarating. I have been introduced to a broad range of sexual experiences that I have thoroughly enjoyed.

I am lying in bed thinking of losing My Lady. She has meant much more to me than merely being my sponsor. She has understood me more than I had done myself. She has been the catalyst that was needed to bring my fetishes to the surface. She has done so with respect, compassion and leadership. On top of this, she has organised the circumstances whereby these fetishes were fulfilled. My privacy has been protected, my reputation kept intact. This need to keep these experiences separate from my business and family lives means that I will never risk seeking out such situations by myself. This part of my life will probably be over.

Even of greater concern will be the loss of a very good friend and confidante. Ours has become a most warm relationship, of mutual caring, respect and understanding. I have had few of these in my lifetime - losing one will be tough on me

But I must see her off as she would want to go. So I prepare myself per her instructions. First, the toilet. Then the shower, and the use of the douche to ensure my total cleanliness. I expect my anus will be explored, so I take great pains to ensure it will be welcoming and pure. I am now proficient in this respect, and enjoy the thought that my attention to detail will be appreciated. Yesterday afternoon, I shaved every hair I could find around my pubic area, my balls, behind my balls and up to my anus. I depilated my arms, legs, hands, underarms and bottom - not that there is ever much to do. But now I closely inspect all areas for any offending hair, until I am satisfied that my body is like an alabaster statue. I rub in an ample dose of body lotion to smooth and freshen.

The glass butt plug looks challenging, but I lubricate it lovingly, bend over, and with one hand holding the mirror in place, I watch as the other hand gently manoeuvres the toy into its home. The narrow section slides in easily, but I can feel, and watch, the ever thickening section stretching my anus wider and wider, until it finally slips in with a bit of a rush. I feel full, but comfortable.

The time is now nearly seven am. I observe myself in the full-length mirror. My Lady will be satisfied. I turn to see the plug firmly held in my anus, with the flat section holding it in. I think I look quite beautiful. I give my cock a little attention, waking it into semi-soft orientation. Perfect!

Now I am to collect the muffins and croissants the baker will have left in the service bin by the front gate. Leaving my room, I am looking for the front door, and eventually come out onto the path that leads down to the gate. It is a clear, beautiful day, a little fresh now, but promising warmth later. I am enjoying the feeling of the butt plug inside as I slowly walk towards the gate, looking at the gardens and lawn that surrounds the homestead. The cool fresh air invigorates my naked flesh.There is a gatehouse at the end of the path. I wonder if I might be seen from beyond the gate, but even the gate is set well back from the road. I see no-one.

I collect the box of goodies, and turn back towards the homestead. It is a regal, solid and imposing building. Over a hundred years old, but in perfect condition. I see the tennis court back and left of the main building. There appear to be stables behind and to the right of the homestead. I cannot see the swimming pool. The gardens and blossoming trees complete the idyllic setting.

An athletic-looking couple emerge from the front door as I approach it. They do not hide the fact that their eyes are evaluating my nakedness. "You must be 'Sweetie' (My Lady's name for me), every bit as beautiful as we were told," the lady comments, extending her hand. "Lovely to meet you. Care to join us for a walk around the estate?"

"I'm sorry, but I need to get breakfast ready. I'm to have it set up by eight."

"Of course. See you inside then." Off they go.

I find the dining room and the kitchen. There is a note on a kitchen bench telling me to set for eight, and if the weather is good, to use the verandah that leads off the dining room. So I familiarise myself with the kitchen, locating plates, cups, cutlery, teapot and coffee-making facilities. Half way through setting the outdoor table, I am joined by A, B and C, the three young women who came up in the car with My Lady and myself. "Let us help," they offer.

"I think My Lady wants me to set things up, and for you to relax. Thanks anyway."

So they find chairs at the table, and watch me as I neatly lay things out. They obviously see my butt plug as I return to the kitchen. I hear a stifled giggle.

"Love your butt plug. How does it feel?" I am asked on my return. Although I know these girls pretty well, I also know that My Lady always wishes all conversation to go through her, so my answer is short. "Good."

"Come on, she wants us all to have fun, especially you," I am told as one hand grabs my cock, pulling me towards her. Another tests how tightly the butt plug is being held inside me. "You need to loosen up. Bend over my knee."

I eagerly comply. Her knees separate enough for me to bury my cock between her thighs, before she closes them again. I am deliciously trapped, and ready for my delightful "punishment". The girls know that they can slap me as hard as they can, until their hands hurt. My bottom is burning but I whimper for more. Each takes a turn.

"That'll do. Just want to wake him up. Your arse is beautifully red now." I want more, but there is work to be done. So I rise and complete setting the table.

Now I am back in my room to don my cock rings, as instructed, and return to the kitchen, fully and expectantly erect.

I see the time is almost eight, so I bring out the pastries, boil the water for tea, and set the coffee machine up. I take the cold meats and hard-boiled eggs from the fridge, and set them on the table, under nets to protect them from any flies. I set the butter, jams and honey around the table. The rest of the people file in, leaving only one spot. I now realise I am not to be sitting at the table with them. I like to show off my red bottom, as well as my stiff cock, so I put both on full show as I help each to a chair.

My Lady arrives, takes the last chair, and I enter from the kitchen and kneel beside her.

The conversation is mostly about my beauty and submissiveness, my likes and dislikes, as My Lady emphasises her ownership of me by feeding me as I kneel beside her. I am an object, a beautiful one, delicate, obliging, obedient. I am to be enjoyed, for that enjoyment brings joy to me. But like any precious object, I am to be treated with care. And My Lady is lending me to them, without strings it would seem, and trusting us to work out our own boundaries.

And who are her guests? The three girls I have met before. The couple I met coming back from the gate. A pair of young, well-dressed men, clean-cut and handsome. My Lady asks me to go through, in detail, the personal preparations I have made to ready myself for them. I am at once a little embarrassed, but immensely proud. 

Eventually I clear the dishes excepting the cups, stack the dishwasher, and return to My Lady's side. "We need to replace Sweetie's plug, with a new one," My Lady explains, as she produces an even larger one, "to get his delightful little pussy even more accommodating. Who wants to do the honour?"

C just beats one of the boys. This time, even though the plug is quite a bit bigger, the procedure is completed with not a lot of effort.

"It's about time those rings came off for a while, don't you think? We don't want to strain that delicious cock too much, do we?" and this time one of the boys is rewarded with the task. It takes more effort than expected, as my cock has swelled significantly around the metal, and the head too is swollen and quite blue. Some extra lubrication is required, and even though this helps, the rings themselves are more slippery, and therefore difficult to manoeuvre. Or maybe he is just fumbling on purpose!

"I need to leave you for a little while to make some arrangements. Just get to know each other a little more and we'll meet at the tennis court at, say, ten."

I take the pots of tea and coffee in each hand, walking behind and squeezing between couples who require a refill. One of the boys runs his fingers along my cock as I pour. It is very difficult not to spill the liquid. Now I am between the couple I had met outside. I have finished pouring her tea, stand and am about to stoop to fill his cup, when she takes my cock into her mouth with one hand, before taking it back out, and offering it to her partner to taste. "Now I know why he is called Sweetie," she comments.

He is sucking hard, swirling his tongue around my pee-hole as he does so. I am trying to retain my balance, but he is just sampling, and has now let me go. "Exquisite!" he whispers to his partner. "Just love the colour of his bottom, too," he adds. "I can't wait to explore it."

Now I step back from the table, put the pots back in the kitchen, and return to stand in the doorway, awaiting orders. The group is in animated discussion, with the girls recounting some of their experiences with me, and the others reacting with requests for more detail. They respond with explanations of their own interests, without any semblance of embarrassment or discomfort.

Tennis is now being discussed. My Lady and the three girls have been prepared, bringing their tennis gear with them. I will be joining them in a round-robin. A foursome will play four games, with one dropping out. After four games, the scores are noted for each player, and one player drops out, to be replaced by the previous drop-out. And so on, until twenty games have been played, each player having dropped out once. The winner has the highest number of game to his or her credit, and chooses a reward with me to be presented on the spot.

At about ten, we all meet at the court. My Lady is a little late, so I play with one girl against the other two girls. I am naked, but for shoes and socks. Naked tennis is a real novelty. I am well aware of the way my cock and balls dance up-and-down, side-to-side as I serve or run for a shot. Clearly, this is more entertaining than the tennis itself, and has the audience, players and myself laughing and cheering vociferously. When our opponents win a point they meet and high-five. When we win a point my partner gives my cock a light slap. 

My Lady has arrived, and replaces one of the girls after our four games. And so on, until we have each had our sixteen games. The contest is earnest, but I suspect that one of the girls is being set up to win. The final tally places one of the girls as the winner. She responds to the cheers, and now announces the prize she has selected. She wants to go for a ride on the sulky she has found in the stable, and brought out beside the court. 

The sulky is very old but has been well kept. It is light, and the wheels well-lubricated and sensitive. I am placed where a horse would normally be, and a bar attached to the arms of the sulky for me to push. My cock ring is fitted with the help of one of the girls, and a string connected, leading back to the tennis winner/driver. She informs me that she will jerk this to the left if I am to veer left, right if to go right, and straight back if to stop. Sitting on the sulky she can reach my bottom with her "encourager", a narrow leather strap, which she will use to inform me to start, or to go faster.

All is set to go. I feel the strap, a little high for comfort. "Sorry," she whispers. I am off, walking at first, until a series of better-aimed "encouragements" inspire me to break out into a trot. I am on the path leading back to the house, before I feel a tug to the right to meet the path heading to the front gate. It requires surprisingly little effort. I am getting close to the gate, wondering if I should take it upon myself to stop, before a hard yank ends the quandary. It stops me in my tracks, as I look down to see if my penis is still intact.

Responding to the input to my cock, I slowly turn, and now on the grass, I am soon trotting back to the tennis court, circling it a few times to wild applause. I feel like such an idiot, but I am having so much fun, and so too is everyone else, that I am barely fatigued. Others want a turn, but My Lady promises a return after lunch. I am unhitched, and I am heading back to the house before being separated by the two boys. They would like to come back to the room with me!